This time every year all the members of Mount Zion Baptist Church in Nashville, Tennessee get overly excited. We anticipate the last weekend in August because we know that it is filled with powerful preaching and bountiful blessings. To jump start the festivities, Bishop Walker declared the Friday evening service as “A Night of Miracles and Manifestation.” The title of the event was enough for me to commit to attending weeks in advance.
It seemed as if the enemy was attacking my time management skills more than usual on that Friday. Each task that I set out to complete took longer than expected, thus causing a domino effect on my schedule. Before I knew it, my designated departure time had come and gone and I hadn’t even made it home with my groceries yet. Finally, thirty minutes before the service began, we headed out the door to begin the twenty minute drive to the church.
We were smooth sailing down the expressway until we approached the exit and were stuck in standstill traffic for an additional forty minutes. As we inched our way along, a spirit inched into the vehicle with us. All three of us were becoming aggravated at the idea of going through all of this for church! Once we were able to turn off the ramp, the reality of going to a mega church hit us again…We had to run for a shuttle bus to get from the overflow parking lot to the building. Are you serious God? I don’t run unless I’m being chased!! By then I was livid at the whole experience and I had not even made it to the doors of the church.
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” (Galatians 6:9 NIV)
Five minutes into the service my mood was instantly changed. My hands were in the air and my voice shrieked with praises for God. The entire time I couldn’t stay in my seat. Everything that was said spoke life into every situation I had been battling. By the end of the sermon, I had a firm understanding that things I pray for may not happen overnight but I must thank God that I am able to maintain.
Ladies, the devil wanted my patience to grow thin during the commute because there was a word that I needed to hear and I almost got cheated out of it. The enemy’s schemes kept trying to convince me that I was wasting my time going because I was already late and the traffic seemed unbearable. However, God knew the blessing that was in store for me and the process of getting there made it even more worth the while. Just like life, I had to endure trials in order to reach my destiny!
Thank You for keeping me focused through the devil’s trickery. Forgive me for complaining about the process because I understand that it is directly connected to the blessing. Help me to clearly discern the enemy’s voice from Yours that I might always be walking in Your will. In Jesus’ Name, Amen!
I strongly recommend that we EMPOWER each other to embrace the process to reach the promise. The blessing is right around the corner but are you willing to sit in traffic for it? I did! Have a safe and blessed holiday weekend! 🙂
Ms. Latasha Sampson is an accomplished writer who is currently pursuing her Masters Degree in Human Resources Management. She resides in Nashville, Tennessee where she is a faithful member of Mt. Zion Baptist Church. Her favorite scripture is “No weapon formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue which rises against you in judgment You shall condemn” Isaiah 54:17